“Don’t matter,” says Johnny’s voice, “if the rabbits get the seed.”An’ there in the moonlight, Paul sees all the little cottontails hoppin’ around an’ scratchin’ at the ground. Not wishin’ to hurt any of ‘em, he picks ‘em up, one at a time, an’ moves ‘em away, but they keep hoppin’ back. So, seein’ as how he still needs water, he grabs ‘em all up an’ runs back to the stream, sets the rabbits down, grabs up the water, runs back, flicks two more drops on the spot, pushes away the new batch o’ rabbits movin’ in, an’ tries to catch his breath.

“Just a little more water an’ a few less rabbits an’ it’ll be fine,” Paul says between gasps.